In the afternoon, the White Rock Training Ground.

Gray stood in the center of the training ground, and in all directions around him, stood seven elite soldiers of the castle wearing leather armor.

The seven men ranged in age from about 30 years old, tall and burly, with knotted muscles, bulging earthy leather armor, full of energy in their eyes, and calluses on their hands.

Although they did not practice the blood method, the long-term harsh weight-bearing tempering gave them a body as strong as a beast, and ordinary strong men, three or five people were not their opponents.

"Drink ......"

Suddenly, seven people roared, and they all rushed towards Gray, two of whom were closest to Gray and the first to approach Gray.

One of them, lunging forward, like a punching fist, struck out from front of him and slammed into Gray's chest.

The other man raised his leg while running, and swept one leg towards Gray's head, making a whirring sound.

Syllable!

In the face of the punch and leg smashed by these two people, Gray did not retreat, but advanced, took a step forward, and both hands struck out from his chest in a fist at the same time, facing this punch and leg respectively.

Bang! Bang!

With two muffled sounds, two strong men with a physique who were obviously more burly than Gray flew out upside down, directly smashing the two strong men who rushed towards Gray from the front, and turned into a rolling gourd together.

Call! Call!

At this time, there were several rumors behind Gray, but the three people who pounced on Gray from behind and shot at Gray in unison.

Swish!

Gray was short enough to let the three's attack sweep over his head, and then he took a half-step back, his elbows slamming backwards like a bow.

Bang, bang!

There were two more muffled sounds, and two of the three strong men who attacked him from behind were hit hard in the chest and flew straight upside down.

But Gray suddenly turned around, dodged an arm sweeping from the left side, took a step to the left, and smashed out with a punch, and the last strong man was also smashed out by him.

"Ouch, ouch......"

All of a sudden, the seven strong men who were besieging him all fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.

The power of Gray's attack was naturally more powerful than that of the seven strong men, and the seven of them were hit so hard that they almost vomited out their bile, and in a short time, they couldn't get up at all.

In fact, this is already Gray's hand, otherwise, with Gray's current fist strength, it would be strange to keep a few bones.

"Nice, nice......"

Next to the training ground, Viscount Fergus, Bernal, Ellis, and Caroline were all there, watching the battle between Gray and the seven strong men all the way.

Seeing that Gray had defeated seven strong men in a very short period of time, and the whole process was not the slightest bit of mud and water, Viscount Fergus spoke out with great satisfaction.

During the past two months, Viscount Fergus would gather the four Gray from time to time to test the actual combat ability of the four with the castle soldiers, and occasionally test the four Gray himself.

And in this process, Gray's fighting talent has become more and more prominent, and almost every actual battle, you can see a significant improvement in your fighting ability.

"Gray is getting better and better, I'm afraid after a while, I won't be his opponent."

Bernal sighed.

He watched Gray's growth, and sometimes he couldn't help but think that with Gray's talent, if he inherited the title, maybe he could really make the Fergus family go one step further and become the earl family.

"It's impossible, he's going to catch up with you, big brother, it's still early!"

Ellis pouted in disbelief.

"This can be said, his combat skills should have surpassed me, although I am a mid-level blood warrior, but don't forget, his cultivation speed."

Bernal smiled wryly.

Hearing Bernard's words, Ellis was silent, with Gray's cultivation speed, it was certain that he would surpass Bernard, and he would have been surpassed.

Of course, neither of them knew that Gray was already a mid-level blood warrior, otherwise, it would not be "another time", but he was no longer an opponent.

is also a mid-level blood warrior, and with Gray's stronger combat skills than Bernal now, it is difficult for Bernal to have a chance of winning.

Caroline didn't speak, but the slight surprise in her eyes showed her surprise at how fast Gray had grown.

At this time, Gray came over, and the group sat down in the gazebo next to them to rest.

Gray was the last to take part in the actual battle, and before that, Bernal, Ellis, and Caroline had all fought the castle soldiers.

The maid brought freshly squeezed juice and a fluffy pastry baked by the castle chef, and Gray shoved a piece of pastry into his mouth, and then took a large sip of the delicious juice, which was immediately refreshed.

In terms of dining, Gray didn't dare to behave too abnormally, didn't dare to eat openly, and basically didn't eat much every time.

But he figured out another way to fill his stomach, and there was dessert after dinner.

He had to consume a large amount of dessert every day, and in this way he had filled his stomach, and thanks to him, the castle had been consuming almost as many desserts each month as it had in the previous two months.

Madame Milan inquired once, and learned that most of them had been eaten by Gray, and there was no follow-up, and it was really uninteresting for Gray to complain to Viscount Fergus for such a little dessert in view of how much Gray was now valued by Viscount Fergus in the castle.

"Gray, you should be able to finish cultivating the first posture of the third blood method now, right?"

Looking at Gray, who kept stuffing dessert into his mouth, Viscount Fergus asked with a faint smile.

"Uh, yes."

Gray hesitated a little to tell Viscount Fergus that he was already a mid-ranking blood warrior.

"The cultivation of the second posture has begun!"

But soon he decided not to talk about it for the time being, and in just a few months, his strength was improved from a low-level blood warrior to a mid-level blood warrior, which was too shocking to say.

Before figuring out what kind of transformation he had in his body, what kind of transformation it was, and whether it was controllable, he decided not to say anything for the time being.

Moreover, now that he is very favored by Viscount Fergus, he can't afford to expose the median blood warrior in order to increase his weight in Viscount Fergus's heart.

"Good, good, you didn't disappoint me!"

But even this kind of "cultivation speed" with a lot of concealment still made Viscount Fergus extremely satisfied, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

Bernard, Ellis, and Caroline had different expressions on their faces, but they were sure to be surprised.

"How is it possible, I was able to hold on until the fourth minute, and he had already completed the cultivation of the first cultivation posture?"

Among them, the shock in Ellis's heart can be said to be the greatest.

He now has only improved from three minutes to four minutes in the first cultivation posture of the third blood method, but Gray has been able to complete the first cultivation posture of the third blood method, it is conceivable that the cultivation speed is convenient, and the gap between him and Gray is huge.

At the same time as being shocked, he couldn't help but feel deep jealousy in his heart, why was this cultivation talent not his own, if he had this cultivation talent, how good would it be.

"With Gray's current cultivation speed, it should be no problem to reach the middle level of a blood warrior at the age of 18."

Bernal said with mixed feelings of envy and sigh.

"Haha, it looks like I have to prepare in advance for the red-blooded horse!"

Viscount Fergus laughed heartily.

A red-blooded horse is almost equivalent to half a year's tax revenue in the territory, but it is nothing compared to the potential that Gray is showing now.

Besides, from the Oliver family, they received a lot of compensation, and it was naturally more than enough to take out the money to buy a red-blooded horse.

"Then father, you have to prepare early."

Gray couldn't help but smile, hehe.

A horse whose speed can be comparable to that of a fierce blood beast, he is naturally extremely excited, and he almost can't help but show the strength of a mid-level blood warrior, asking Viscount Fergus to buy this horse back as soon as possible, but he held back.

He is an adult anyway, he must not be driven by immediate interests, he must think about the long-term, and now he is not suitable to show the strength of a median blood warrior.

Click, click!

In the distance, on the stone aisle leading to the training ground, two people walked towards this side.

One of them, dressed in a brown-colored suit and with a goatee, was none other than Lord Linde.

The other person is an old man in a dusty suit, looking at the costume, it should be a civilian, but it is not clear why the other party is here.

"Commander Linde, who is this man?"

Seeing the two people approaching, Viscount Fergus asked.

"This man is the chief of Giethoorn Village, and he said that he had something important to report to you, so I brought him here."

Lord Lind replied, and then said to the old man.

"This is Lord Viscount!"

"I've seen Lord Viscount!"

Hearing Lord Linde's words, the old man pounced, knelt on his knees, and said with a nervous expression.

In this world, aristocratic etiquette is a etiquette that can only be performed by the aristocratic class and people with status, and generally speaking, ordinary civilians have to perform the etiquette of kneeling on their knees after seeing the nobles.

"Get up, what do you have to report?"

The smile on Viscount Fergus's face had disappeared, and he returned to his usual coldness, and looked at the old man lightly.

The old man stood up in a frightened voice and said in a nervous voice.

"Lord Viscount, please ...... Please help...... Let's ...... Giethoorn."

Maybe because of the nervousness, the other party repeated a few words, and always failed to mention the point, Viscount Fergus interrupted with a little impatience.

"Tell me what's going on in Giethoorn?"

"Yes, yes."

The old man nodded vigorously and said quickly.

"Lord Viscount, since a month ago, wild beasts have often come out of the forest to attack the villagers, and now more than 30 villagers have died."

"We really can't do anything about it, Lord Viscount, please save us, if we continue like this, the whole village will die!"